The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.

although I love a rich life, I hate an overcrowded life. I believe in rumination and lose half the beauty of all things when I am deprived of the time to ruminate.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason.

I have seen romanticism outlast the realistic. I have seen men forget the beautiful women they have possessed, forget the prostitutes, and remember the first woman they idolized, the woman they could never have. The woman who aroused them romantically holds them.

notes fly so much farther than words. There is no other way to reach the infinite.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.